The Princess’s Special Service

As twilight quietly descended, even the clouds on the horizon seemed steeped in tranquility.

Yet this serene atmosphere was shattered by a woman’s shriek.

From within a classical private villa—

“Eek~! Your Highness, this isn’t right!”

“What should you be calling me?”

“M-Master…”

“Be good. Don’t resist. I’ll be very gentle~”

In a purple-hued room, the faint scent of citrus drifted through the air, and the white bedsheets lay rumpled and creased.

A silver-haired maid with short, spiraling pigtails was pinned to the bed, her arms spread wide.

She was the picture of flustered panic, her face flushed crimson.

Holding her down was a girl with shoulder-length raven-black hair fanned out around her.

The girl wore a predatory smile, radiating unyielding determination to get what she wanted.

With a sudden tug, she seized the lace trim of the black-and-white maid uniform and yanked it down.

Skin so fair it seemed to glow was revealed—and the oppressive presence of her E-cup bust was unleashed, a truly breathtaking sight.

The suddenness of it all left the maid stunned for a moment.

Then, a look of utter resignation washed over her face, as if she had abandoned all will to resist.

She simply tilted her head to the side and lay motionless on the bed.

Seeing this, the girl remarked with satisfaction, “Now that’s more like it. If you’d just cooperated from the start, it would’ve been much easier for both of us.”

As she spoke, her hands never ceased their work, and before long, she had stripped the maid as bare as a newborn babe.

The maid’s fair, smooth skin was laid bare before her.

Her silhouette traced flawless curves, without a trace of excess fat or unwanted hair.

From towering peaks to deep, shadowed valleys—she was a delectable sight.

A light touch of a finger sent a shiver through the maid’s delicate frame, and she couldn’t help but let out a soft, coquettish hum.

“Still so sensitive. I thought you’d have gotten used to this by now…”

“I’m sorry, Master…”

Before the maid could finish, a finger pressed against her cherry-red lips.

“Hush now.”

With that, the girl’s hand moved downward, her nimble fingers beginning to pluck and strum as if playing a musical instrument.

They danced across skin like a musician’s, plucking unseen strings.

Before any melody could form, there were only soft gasps.

With an artist’s focus, her hands moved freely, eliciting timid whispers from the maid.

A gentle press here, a slow caress there, a delicate flick, a teasing pluck—

like a hidden spring trickling beneath blossoms, a secret song from a phantom pipa played upon the maid’s very body.

A pristine white moon, like a silver platter embedded in the deep blue sky, cast down a sheet of silvery light.

An indeterminate amount of time had passed.

The maid lay flushed and limp, her breath as sweet as orchids, the bedsheets soaked through with perspiration.

The girl, however, paid no mind to this, asking with concern, “How was that, Hillisa? I saw you bustling about all day and thought I’d help you relax your tired body. Did my special service help at all?”

Relax? Hillisa thought. Cooking and cleaning are routine for me—they barely take any effort. Now, though, I feel utterly drained. I probably couldn’t even catch a chicken.

But she still managed a satisfied smile and said, “Thank you for your grace, Your Highness. My tense body feels completely relaxed now. I’ve recovered enough to prepare dinner.”

“That’s wonderful! Since you’ve recovered, go ahead and clean up this room. I won’t disturb you any longer. I’m off now.”

With that, the girl left, thoughtfully closing the door behind her as she headed toward her own chambers.

That’s right—this wasn’t anyone’s private bedroom.

It was the public space where they conducted their… business.

In other words, the living room.

“Huh?”

A large, invisible question mark seemed to pop up over the maid’s head.

Though she had her complaints, the maid silently began to tidy up.

After all, she had indeed experienced the sublime feeling of standing upon the highest summit.

Meanwhile, elsewhere…

The girl known as the princess locked her door and lay flat on her own bed.

Her boudoir was decorated in shades of pink, filled with the sleep-inducing aroma of mango.

Her mind began to wander, drifting to the rare experiences she’d had recently.

My name is now Liyahiss Lani, and I am the legitimate royal princess of this kingdom…